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The World, Aflame.
Thursday, July 29, 2010

Your heart knows.
Fate is not quite as strange as it appears. What a man thinks of himself, is what determines his life.
Your heart has brought you hear, now, to the crossroads.
Character is fate.
And you have chosen your fate...
Desire is fate.
... Allowing all other options to fade.
And we are each our own architects.

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She.
Monday, July 26, 2010

The most beautiful person in the room is often the one you didn't notice the first time.

One-thousand-one-hundred-and-ninety. It took Shakespeare that many lines to write a poetic masterpiece on the beauty of two individuals, tied to each other by their hopes and dreams, their love. I sometimes wish I had a mind capable of writing but a fraction of that amount, just to show the world the beauty of one significant individual in my life. It's unfortunate that I've never been very good with words.

I remember...

It was raining, and we were seated in my car, just the two of us, driving around aimlessly, wasting time in each other's company. I thought the night was beautiful, but I suppose your mere presence made it seem so. The nights were always beautiful with you around, and it wasn't till that night that I understood why.

I can't remember what we talked about - probably about the stupid things we'd gone through during the day, or maybe we were being full of ourselves, as we always are. Whatever it is, I remember looking forward, waiting for the lights to turn green - you leaned over, and so very gently placed a kiss on my cheek. You said I was a sweet guy. I know for a fact that my face turned red that night - it being dark, I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't notice. My brain froze there and then - and something clicked.

Do you know exactly what you did to me that night? You made a boy out of me. You made me feel special. Where I had lived my life feeling like I was nothing more than a speck of dust, you made me feel like I was worth something, that I wasn't so bad after all. That I had something to offer. And most importantly, you showed me that I was worthy of someone's love.

That was years ago. I don't even know if you remember that night. I may not see you very often these days, but when I do it feels exactly the same - the nights are beautiful, and I could care less about my troubles with the world.

I don't say it often, but when I do say these simple words, I say them with all my heart: I love you. And right here, right now, I thank God that I've got you in my life. For what it's worth, you're the best thing to have ever come into my life. The best thing.

And we both know - I wouldn't trade you for the world.

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Rhyme and Reason.
Friday, July 16, 2010

Betapa mudahnya.


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Love Foolosophy.
Thursday, July 15, 2010

Tragically compelling.

Before you can grow up, you must fall in love three times.

Once you must fall in love with your best friend, ruining your friendship forever. This will teach you who your true friends are, and the fine line between friendship and more.

Once you must fall in love with someone you believe to be perfect. You will learn that no one is perfect, and that you should never be treated as any less than you deserve.

And once you must fall in love with someone that is exactly like you. This will teach you about who you are, and who you want to be.

And when you're through with all that, you learn that the people who care about you the most are the ones that you hurt, and the ones that hurt you are the ones you needed the most.

But most of all, you learn that love is only a concept and is not something that can be defined - it is different to each person that experiences it. And you will learn to respect each and every person on this earth, knowing that everyone only wants to be loved.

That much is true.

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Remember When.
Monday, July 12, 2010

"... I do."

Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension.

Soda becomes vodka. Bikes becomes cars. Kisses turn into sex.

Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from girls were cooties?

Dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth, and mum was your hero. Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game.

And the only drug you knew was cough medicine.

When wearing a skirt didn't make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow.

And we couldn't wait to grow up.

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The Frozen Man.
Monday, July 5, 2010

Last thing I remember is the freezing cold
Water reaching up just to swallow me whole
Ice in the rigging and howling wind
Shock to my body as we tumbled in
Then my brothers and the others are lost at sea
I alone am returned to tell thee
Hidden in ice for a century
To walk the world again
Lord have mercy on the frozen man

Next words that were spoken to me:
Nurse asked me what my name might be.
She was all in white at the foot of my bed
I said "Angel of mercy, I'm alive! -- or am I dead..."
My name is William James McPhee
I was born in 1823
Raised in Liverpool by the sea
But that ain't who I am
Lord have mercy on the frozen man

It took a lot of money to start my heart
To peg my leg and to buy my eye
The newspapers call me the state of the art
And the children, when they see me, cry
I thought it would be nice just to visit my grave
See what kind of tombstone I might have
I saw my wife and my daughter and it seemed so strange
Both of them dead and gone from extreme old age
See here, when I die make sure I'm gone
Don't leave 'em nothing to work on
You can raise your arm, you can wiggle your hand (not unlike myself)
And you can wave goodbye to the frozen man

I know what it means to freeze to death
To lose a little life with every breath
To say goodbye to life on earth
And come around again
Lord have mercy on the frozen man
Lord have mercy on the frozen man

- James Taylor

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